This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Dusty sighed, the dragon wearing only a pair of jogging shorts that came down loosely around his thighs out for his run in the park. Near the lake, the air felt crisp and light with the edge of spring oncoming, though the dragon was keen indeed to say goodbye to the colder, wetter months of winter. Although his fur was mostly thinner, allowing the smooth definition of his muscled body to truly come into its own, a thicker fluff of fur over the top of his head, running down the back of his neck between his black horns.
His chest rose and fell shortly and sharply as he drew in all the breath he could, recovering himself, though it was still the start of his running season, not being the kind of dragon who particularly enjoyed running in the colder months of the year. The rake and bite of frosty air in his lungs was not something Dusty eagerly sought out, after all...
No, it was better to come to the park when the flowers were blooming, the buds just starting to unfurl for spring, sweetness in the air and a bubble of laughter too. The park was only moderately busy that day, being a day in the middle of the week, though Dusty preferred going when things were quieter, so he could make the most of the space to run.
The dragon settled on a bench to rest, his legs stretched out before him. And yet there was something different there, something that had his tail twitching and his head turning before Dusty even realised something was drawing him away.
"Mmm..."
He hummed lightly, turning his head, though the only thing nearby that didn't look like it belonged there was a towel. That it was red was of no interest to him but the scent rising from it caught his attention. Dusty picked it up curiously as he turned it over in his hands, an eyebrow raising as he realised he recognised the striped pattern on one side of it.
What's Drackonthanri doing out here today? And why...is so much of his scent all over this thing?
It was a weird thought to have, even for him, the dragon's lips twitching up faintly. It smelled like Drackonthanri, yes, but like him when he had come out of the showers: his natural scent layered thickly into it, untainted by anything else at all, like scale deodorant. Dusty licked his lips unconsciously, though was more curious than anything else.
He sniffed harder, filtering through the scents in the air to find the trail of the one he was interested in. It led him back behind the bench and into the bushes, thickening into trees for a small, forested area. They had all been planted there, of course, to give a more natural look to the park, though it was quiet, the deciduous trees waving their leaves around him as he brushed his hand absently against the bark of a silver birch tree.
He paused, picking up a pair of underwear from the ground, with a black band at the waistband, though he recognised them too: Drackonthanri's. The dragon often wore them to the gym, and other pairs in a similar cut and style, though Dusty had never seen them soaked through as they were. It didn't smell like urine, not at all, not something sweeter, something that had him parting his lips and curling the upper one faintly and briefly, and he dropped the underwear on top of another soaked pair of pants, which looked like Drackonthanri had been wearing them to jog through the park too.
But that scent... Oh, it was something more than debauchery, most certainly so, Dusty's lips breaking into a wide smile. For he was sure his friend, a male-presenting hermaphrodite, was in heat, that overly sweet scent cloying and tangling, wafting pleasantly into his head.
What a shame he came into heat all the way out here...
And then he caught sight of a white and grey body, a massive wing flung wide while the other curled up lightly against a tree trunk, where Drackonthanri didn't quite have the room to enjoy himself that he wanted to. The dragon, a bit taller than Dusty with the wings Dusty could not boast, moaned as he lay on his back, his tail plunging into his pussy as his juices squirted around it. The bulk of his scales were white but there were layered, protective scales over the tops of his thighs, the fronts of his shins, tops of his feet -- and the upper sides of his arms and shoulders too. A grey "X" marked his chest with a yellow diamond, the dragon's scales dark above his eyes to frame them like brows and forming the appearance of hair. The black of his wings, on the rear side, was mostly hidden from view at that moment, though the dark grey stretched down his long, twisting tail with slicing, hooked markings, which seemed to beg the eye to follow them to where they ended, midway down his tail.
Oh, wow...
Even though they'd had some dalliances before, friends with benefits on occasion but nothing more, Dusty had never seen Drackonthanri as wet as he was then, masturbating furiously between the trees and bushes with his tail plunging into his own cunt with a lewd, slopping sound. His arousal even seemed to be trickling from his pussy over the puckered ring of his tail hole, his double pair of balls splattered with some too.
Of course, the dragon looked as Dusty recalled, though the two cocks with flatter heads and medial rings always took his breath away. He let out a soft whistle as the dragon's hand stroked those two cocks, pressing them together, but they were set apart from equine-style shafts by the light, pliable "spines" running down the length of them. Dusty shivered. Oh, he knew intimately just how that felt, having those cocks plunged into him. Once, both at the same time!
Drackonthanri grunted, eyes fluttering open, one hand grasping his tail, though he looked to be trying to work it deeper as he hitched a leg up, lying on his back. He stroked his cocks together, panting heavily as his white horns ground back into the earth, though his forked tongue flickered out lustfully the moment his vision cleared, landing on Dusty.
Oh, he didn't mind being come across out there was he let out a growl that was a little needier than he had intended it to come out, though didn't matter. He licked his lips, a smile tugging at the corners, and yanked his tail out wetly, slashing it in the air towards Dusty. It was a mean little trick, but the quick movement splattered his arousal off the scales of his tail, sending the droplets flying to Dusty's snout.